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Lost Sunset


Orange doves

Silver turnstiles

Where have I been the last two fucking months..?

Space is like cereal

The different shapes, colors, tastes

Sit down in the theater

Look up at the stars on the ceiling

(Send him to the slaughterhouse)

Leaves stomped down upon the walk

Sunset at the beach

The sun burns a yellowish orange

The house on the corner is dressed in red brick

A stop sign at the intersection

A green sky like mist

Quiet neighborhood

Verdant lawns precisely mowed

Fire hydrant, electrical wires across the sky

A street lamp glows like a watchful eye

I descend into lonely madness

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